I recently gave someone two bhut jolokias and two red habaneros. They didn't heed my warning. They sautéed all four chilis before adding two hamburgers. Needless to say, the burgers ended up in the trash.

I have some ghost chili hot sauce, and I use a coffee stirrer dipped in the bottle to add it to my meal. About 1" coated on the stirrer is enough for a bowl of whatever I'm having.
On the flip side of that coin, there's a guy here at work who poured the stuff on his hot dogs like it was ketchup and didn't even break a sweat.

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On the flip side of that coin, there's a guy here at work who poured the stuff on his hot dogs like it was ketchup and didn't even break a sweat.

I used to work with an old man who was like that. I can't remember what the pepper was, but he had grown them in his garden and brought them to work. We were all sheepishly trying them with the tiniest nibbles imaginable, and then wishing for the sweet release of death because anything would have been a nice change from those things. Meanwhile, he'd cut them in half, add a little salt, and pop the halves like candy.

My wife was a Latina and three of her sisters owned/ran local Mexican restaurants. We would go to one for dinner and I would take Habaneros and Serranos and dip them in the Chili Verde sauce and drop a dozen or more as an appetizer. Her nieces and nephews (and her brother-in-laws) would just sit in awe.

Tolerance to hot spices is genetic. I am of German/English background and only one of my sisters was the same tolerance. The downside is that when you make chili, you have to make two pots or you have to settle for less than the best.

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A buddy gave me a few ghost peppers he grew last year.

My son who really likes a hot pepper came into the kitchen and spied them laying on the counter. I was beginning to start cooking so I wasn't really paying attention to what my boy was doing but I began telling him about these ghost peppers and how they are supposed to be the hottest pepper in the world. About that time I start hearing this kind of gagging moaning sound coming from the kid. He had picked one of those peppers up and bit into the flesh and had chewed on it while I was telling him about it's reputed power. He was in agony for at least 15 minutes.